You think you can spit your game at me so early in the morning.
Is it because the early worm gets the catch.
Well, I’m not the one to be caught by someone so slick.
So desperate it’s a game to you, and how many you can catch.
It has become more important than using your common sense.
In this muse of a mess called life, you choose to prey on the naïve and lonely in hopes to secure your heart for a couple of months or to bring your lies into an already hurt household.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes